Everything here is old

Everything here is old. We shift
Like ghosts through familiar scenes, rummaging through 

The colours of failing projections. Could go on, perhaps, 
Press further gently 

And live for a thousand years, but we are unwilling—

Instead we shall instill gravity within
The bounds of each other's presence, like how it was done

And shown to us 
Once upon a time, by the older inhabitants, 

Following better principles for
The sake of that quiet Thursday afternoon.

Dale Chou
2015-08-06